world of forbidden delights. I longed to feel the stinging slap of a dominant hand on my ass. I ached for the submissiveness that comes with obeying someone who knows how to take charge.
I shivered, my dinner forgotten in front of me, my cunt moist just thinking about it, my earlier masturbation already forgotten with the direction of my naughty thoughts.
With a jolt I realized Andrew was looking at me expectantly over the dinner table. Did I say or do something to give myself away?
“I’m sorry, I was woolgathering. You were saying?”
“What do you say we adjourn upstairs?” He said with bright, expectant eyes.
I smiled and rose to clasp his hand. How could I have forgotten? It was Friday night. Time for our weekly bump and grind.
Yawn. Maybe after he fell asleep, I’d go back to my office with my vibrator and masturbate to the glow of my laptop screen. The thought at least lubed me.
Chapter Two
When out in the club there arose such a clatter,
I sprang up in stilettos to see who begged to be battered.
Down the stairs I flew, to check on my flock,
Disarming the alarm and opening the lock.
Neon light on the breast of sleeping Doe
Gave lustre to her peeking nipple below.
When what to my mascaraed eyes should appear
But a solidly built giant with an eight-inch spear.
Christmas morning arrived and for the first time in over twenty years, Andrew and I were actually alone. The kids had chosen to spend this day with their significant others, so Andrew and I took our time getting up. At our age, holidays didn’t have the same excitement of youth.
I made coffee and some toasted BLTs for us before we even ventured into the living room, where out of habit I’d decorated a tree. We sat on the couch and exchanged presents.
The gifts were predictable. New perfume for me. Watch for him. Ooh, new kitchen appliance for me. Power tool for him. On and on it went, boring but comfortable. So comfortable, my mind wandered.
Our tree glowed with older style bulbs as I hadn’t yet caved to the LED fad. As Andrew played with his newest garage addition, I wandered over to the tree and stroked a red bulb. Hot enough to be uncomfortable, but not enough to burn. I wondered what it would feel like to have a whole strand of lights wrapped around my body. Oh how delicious to be bound with winding, colorful lights, the hot bulbs awakening my body with a little pain. I imagined it would be similar to hot wax, something I’d recently tried—by myself of course. I’d lit a candle in the bathroom as I took a bath and dripped the melted liquid onto my breasts. I’d hissed with pain even as my whole body tightened in pleasure. I had wondered since what it would feel like to have someone else dribble the heated stuff on my body, perhaps as I was tied up and helpless.
I came back to reality with a shudder of pleasure I hoped Andrew hadn’t seen. I couldn’t however stop the gush of moisture between my thighs and I clamped my pelvic muscles tight, wishing I’d inserted my mini vibrator inside so I could have really enjoyed myself.
I went back to opening my gifts and pretending enthusiasm, all the while plotting a bathroom escape under the guise of a bath where I’d give myself an orgasmic Christmas present.
I made sure we quickly finished opening the remaining presents, eager to escape. Standing and staring at the tree, I took a sip of coffee preparing to excuse myself when Andrew broke tradition. He slapped me on the ass—hard—and I almost spit out my mouthful of coffee.
“I’ve got a surprise for you,” he said with a wink as he left the room. When he came back, the sting of cold from the garage where he’d disappeared to for a moment wafted into the room with him and made me shiver. What the hell is he up to? If I didn’t know better, I’d say he was excited—sexually. And since when does he slap my ass? A better question, how could I get him to do it again and again
I shivered, my dinner forgotten in front of me, my cunt moist just thinking about it, my earlier masturbation already forgotten with the direction of my naughty thoughts.
With a jolt I realized Andrew was looking at me expectantly over the dinner table. Did I say or do something to give myself away?
“I’m sorry, I was woolgathering. You were saying?”
“What do you say we adjourn upstairs?” He said with bright, expectant eyes.
I smiled and rose to clasp his hand. How could I have forgotten? It was Friday night. Time for our weekly bump and grind.
Yawn. Maybe after he fell asleep, I’d go back to my office with my vibrator and masturbate to the glow of my laptop screen. The thought at least lubed me.
Chapter Two
When out in the club there arose such a clatter,
I sprang up in stilettos to see who begged to be battered.
Down the stairs I flew, to check on my flock,
Disarming the alarm and opening the lock.
Neon light on the breast of sleeping Doe
Gave lustre to her peeking nipple below.
When what to my mascaraed eyes should appear
But a solidly built giant with an eight-inch spear.
Christmas morning arrived and for the first time in over twenty years, Andrew and I were actually alone. The kids had chosen to spend this day with their significant others, so Andrew and I took our time getting up. At our age, holidays didn’t have the same excitement of youth.
I made coffee and some toasted BLTs for us before we even ventured into the living room, where out of habit I’d decorated a tree. We sat on the couch and exchanged presents.
The gifts were predictable. New perfume for me. Watch for him. Ooh, new kitchen appliance for me. Power tool for him. On and on it went, boring but comfortable. So comfortable, my mind wandered.
Our tree glowed with older style bulbs as I hadn’t yet caved to the LED fad. As Andrew played with his newest garage addition, I wandered over to the tree and stroked a red bulb. Hot enough to be uncomfortable, but not enough to burn. I wondered what it would feel like to have a whole strand of lights wrapped around my body. Oh how delicious to be bound with winding, colorful lights, the hot bulbs awakening my body with a little pain. I imagined it would be similar to hot wax, something I’d recently tried—by myself of course. I’d lit a candle in the bathroom as I took a bath and dripped the melted liquid onto my breasts. I’d hissed with pain even as my whole body tightened in pleasure. I had wondered since what it would feel like to have someone else dribble the heated stuff on my body, perhaps as I was tied up and helpless.
I came back to reality with a shudder of pleasure I hoped Andrew hadn’t seen. I couldn’t however stop the gush of moisture between my thighs and I clamped my pelvic muscles tight, wishing I’d inserted my mini vibrator inside so I could have really enjoyed myself.
I went back to opening my gifts and pretending enthusiasm, all the while plotting a bathroom escape under the guise of a bath where I’d give myself an orgasmic Christmas present.
I made sure we quickly finished opening the remaining presents, eager to escape. Standing and staring at the tree, I took a sip of coffee preparing to excuse myself when Andrew broke tradition. He slapped me on the ass—hard—and I almost spit out my mouthful of coffee.
“I’ve got a surprise for you,” he said with a wink as he left the room. When he came back, the sting of cold from the garage where he’d disappeared to for a moment wafted into the room with him and made me shiver. What the hell is he up to? If I didn’t know better, I’d say he was excited—sexually. And since when does he slap my ass? A better question, how could I get him to do it again and again
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